I'm in Vietnam and I'm a prisoner of war.
Regaining my freedom is the only thing I have to live for.
I don't know what day it is or even what year.
How old am I? How long have I been here?
They keep me in a filthy cage and it's very crude.
I'm starving, they give me very little food.
Sometimes I want to die and get it over with.
If I can't be free, I don't want to live.
it may be a fictional piece as written but I bet a lot of Vietnam vets could relate to it.